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**Kyla's Pov**
"Hi, I'm Kyla Malik. I'm seventeen and I go to Lockwood high." I introduce myself in front of the camera putting on my best fake smile.
"Cut!" Riley yells with a massive glare shot directly at me.
"What did I do wrong this time? We've shot it almost ten times. I'm hungry Riley." I whin, pouting my lips.
"We're going to do it over and over again until you sound convincing."
She says in a firm tone. I know better than to argue with her.
"Ugh!" I groan but she simply chuckles.
Okay, as I said I'm Kyla Malik and the annoying girl in front of me is my best friend, Riley. We've been friends since kindergarten when she stole my lunch. Funny right. I shrugged my shoulders, watching Riley stiffen a small laugh.
We are currently shooting a reality video as she calls it and apparently, I'm not being real enough. I told her before hand that I'm a very boring person. She picked the wrong girl for the job. I can't sound "real" over a camera or say fun things to get people hyped. It's just not me sadly.
"I'm coming over to your place tonight. We're going over it again until. .." She stops talking, her mouth falls open, her gaze is fixed on something, someone.
"Hey Juliet. You're gaping." I snap my fingers teasing her.
"Can you blame me, he's so dreamy." She coos placing her hands on both sides of her face.
The dreamy guy is Stein. He goes to our school but he's a fuck boy by nature. It's rumoured that he's slept with at least ten girls in Lockwood high. I dont blame him or them.
Him because they practically throw themselves at his feet and them because he's really cute. Too bad I don't do boys unlike Riley she's had a crush on him since forever and I wonder when it'll end.
"There's a party later today, we're going."
"You know my answer every week, I'm not. I would rather lay in bed and watch Netflix all night than watch young teens drink themselves to stupor."
"That's why this week I'm not asking. I'll be at your house by eight pm. We're going."
"Yeah, goodluck with that." I rol my eyes and we went back to our food or at least I did, Riley is still gushing over Stein and giving me the creeps.
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After lunch, we each go back to our separate class with small talks until the closing bell sounds. I didn't have a car yet, my dad always said I am too young. Riley takes me to school and back and it's fun riding with her.
She drops me off at my house, deciding to offer some words of wisdom.
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